Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2010 15:09:01 -0500
From: Sean Josh
Subject: josh's summer job 18
This is an explicit fictional account of homoerotic behavior. If you are
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Josh's Summer Job 18
Josh had moved to the den. He was still naked, still hard. He employed
and empty long neck beer, slowly teasing his anus, as he lapped at the head
of his dripping cock.
"Do you want help gettin' your nut?"
He looked up to find Billy leaning in the doorway.
"You do want a turn."
He walked over and took the bottle from Josh's hand. He took a deep breath
and looked him in the eye.
"I'm sure we can find something a little less dangerous in the kitchen if
you really need something that big."
"You got little hands." He said, measuring Billy's hand against his.
"Oh Josh."
"WHAT? You don't like it? Isn't this what drew you to me? Isn't that
what you wanted from me? The big stud can breed us all. He can do it,
he's an animal."
Billy sat on the edge of the couch. The casual display of Josh naked form
wasn't making this easier.
"When I saw you with my mom I was shocked, and I was turned on. You knew
that. What you didn't know was how long I'd dreamed of being with you."
"Shut up."
"No, no way, you need to know, and I'm going to tell you. If you want to
fuck me, to pound me, the way you were pounding Danny. I'll let you. If
that's what you really need. If that's what you really want, I'm your
friend, and your buddy. If that's how you need to get it, I'll get it for
ya."
Josh fell quite. His eyes softened. He couldn't meet Billy's gaze any
longer. Billy reached out and lifted his chin. He stared into Josh's eyes
a long while.
"I had a chance to talk with Mario, after lunch that day, and last night I
went to him and asked for help finding you. He told me you needed a
friend, a friend your age. So that's what I'm gonna be, your friend, you
can't frighten me away, and if you want I'll be your buddy too."
Josh's eyes deepened, and glistened. A lone tear streaked his cheek, and
he smiled. The smile was warm and endearing, and made Billy's heart swell.
"I've known I liked guys since junior high. In all that time, you've been
my fantasy. When Danny and I became buds we found out we shared that
fantasy. I nearly creamed my jockeys the morning I woke and you were
cutting the lawn."
Josh smiled shyly, nearly blushed.
"Cut it out. You gotta know how buff and beautiful you are."
Billy paused he brushed his fingers across Josh's before continuing.
"Danny and I used to watch you from my bedroom window. More than once we
helped each get off watchin' you. Then I walked in, and you're naked with
my mom, and damn, what I'd imagined, what I'd dreamed, didn't stack up to
what I saw."
Josh did blush at this.
"Then I got stupid, and because you do what you need to, I freak out, and
hurt you."
"You didn't hurt me."
"Those aren't my tire tracks on your ribs."
"Hurt, oh, pain isn't...I mean." Josh paused a long moment. "Hurting you
hurt me."
Billy was confused. Josh still blamed himself for what had happened. Some
of the marks on Josh's body had begun to fade. Billy reached out and
stroked a welt on his chest.
"Who did this do you?"
Josh's jaw set, and his eyes hardened.
"How could someone overpower you?"
"I let them do it. I was bad." Josh whispered.
Billy's breath caught at the pronouncement.
"You did this because of me?"
Josh shivered, "I deserved to be punished."
As the idea unfolded in Billy's mind he was overwhelmed by its
implications. Josh face was placid, his eyes fixed on Billy's face. Billy
wanted to hold him, but wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do.
"Can we forgive each other?" Billy offered.
Josh drew a ragged breath. It sounded like he was crying, his eyes
glistened, but no tears marked his face. He nodded imperceptibly and
offered his arms. Billy melted into the embrace. For the first time since
his encounter with Josh the contact was not sexual. Josh was naked, just
as sexy and appealing as ever, but Billy could only think of what must have
taken place, of Josh's punishment, a punishment he sought, to repay the
debt he felt he owed Billy.
"Did you really tell Mario?"
"That you were missing, and I was concerned, you bet."
"Was he disappointed?"
"I don't think you could disappoint him."
"I need to call him."
"Phone's right there," Billy said consulting the clock, "it isn't quite
one, I'm sure he's at work."
Billy gave him some space. In the kitchen he found bread and a can of
soup. He stirred the soup absent-mindedly. His attention was draw to the
young man provocatively lounging on the couch. It wasn't any effort on
Josh's part. It was a natural grace, and self assurance. He was at home
in this space as any, and his lack of clothing did nothing to inhibit him.
Billy found dishes and returned to the den with bowls of soup and grilled
cheese.
Josh was just finishing his call. He seemed deferential as he answered a
few final questions. Billy realized he was interloping, and began to
withdraw. Josh held up a finger to halt him.
"I will. He is. Please don't."
Billy could hear the warm baritone on the other end of the receiver. He
couldn't make out what was being said, but the voice made him remember how
caring and supportive Mario had been in their brief encounters.
"Sorry about that," Josh said.
"It's alright. He wanted to know if you were okay."
They ate silently together. Josh wolfed down his food, with an appetite he
hadn't shown earlier.
"There more of these," Josh said popping the last bit of grilled cheese
into his mouth.
"There could be."
They moved to the kitchen. Josh realized he was naked as his bare feet
contacted the cold tiled floor.
"Suppose I should put something on."
"Don't get dressed on my account."
Josh's smile was framed in a provocative look. Billy blushed for having
said it.
"Do we have unfinished business?" Josh wondered.
Billy didn't want to push the issue. He'd just realized that being Josh's
friend would entail giving him space, allowing him to control the when, as
much as he always controlled the how. He paused and searched Josh's face
in hopes of finding some answer there. Josh read his face like a book and
stepped closer. He was tempted to take him as he'd taken his mother, but
something in Billy's expression, slowed him, softened him. They hugged.
Once again Billy felt the brotherly attachment. He rested his head against
Josh's chest and hugged him harder.
Josh accepted the affection and returned it, but the smell of Billy's hair,
the warm hands grasping his back, and solid feel of the boy's body,
rekindled his interrupted lust. Billy could feel Josh's need rising
between them. He lifted his tee shirt and allowed the hardening cock to
nestle against his belly.
Josh ground gently into him. The head of his long meaty pole leaked
against the smooth flesh. The slick trail made the movement easier. Billy
looked up to Josh, who leaned in and kissed him. It was not the desperate
impassioned kiss that Billy had shared with him before. It was gentle,
tender, tentative. It asked a world of questions. Questions they were
both unable to answer, questions that Josh never dared to voice. His hips
moved slowly, driving his need. His knee parted Billy's legs, his thigh
found him responsive. They ground together. Billy moaned into Josh's
mouth. Their tongues dueled. Josh's body trembled. His cum jetted
between them, coating Billy's heaving belly and saturating his tee shirt.
As the warmth spread, Billy drew Josh tight to him. His own need pounded
in his shorts, but he didn't want that to spoil this moment. Josh lifted
his chin and kissed him tenderly.
Danny took his time in the shower. Sex with Billy was always good, but it
was measured and predictable. He shuddered, thinking about what had just
happened. The hot spray was comforting after the brutal fucking. The
abuse had confused and frightened him. He was confused by the loss of
control he felt at Josh's powerful and experienced hands, and frightened as
he realized he hungered for more.
Having finished his shower he went to rejoin them. When he overheard their
conversation he started back upstairs, but curiosity held him, and he sat
on the stairs eavesdropping. Now he saw the proof of what he'd heard. He
backed out of the kitchen doorway and began to grieve the loss of his best
friend, his buddy, and the boy he loved.